Dear Friend

What would you do if they said I was dead?

I'd fall to the ground
and bury my head

What would you do if I said I would leave?

I'd rip out the heart
I no longer need

What would you do if I went out with a gun?

Cry at your grave
and miss you a ton

What would you do if you found my body strung high?

I would mourn quietly
and feel myself die

Why would you mourn me so greatly when dead?

Because of pinky promises,
dear friends 'till the end